The Forgotten

Flash Fiction

No one remembered The Forgotten, the outcasts, that were tossed from our society as if they were garbage, not human beings, who did nothing wrong.
Those people, hidden behind the deep walls that surrounded our cities, were simply different, not fitting in with the norm of prescribed standards of look or form.
Placed beyond the walls, to defend themselves, no one ever spoke of them again, no matter if they used to be friends, or where children.
Our fold had no place for them, but in the quiet, lonely hours just before dawn, comforted by the luxuries of our culture, I wept.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

This post was inspired by this week’s Flash Fiction prompt “Forgotten”.

Restriction – A Haiku

Restriction - A Haiku

Restriction

the walls of a box
confined in societies
norm, are a prison

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

This post is inspired by the Daily Prompt “Envelope Pushers”.

I live this thought to the fullest, not falling into any norm – not on purpose, as a rebellion, but because I follow what is true to my heart.

I am an openly practicing Hedge Witch, I live by the principles of Law of Attraction, my kids have never stepped one foot in a school, but I am not a housewife, I run our business from at home, and well, duh – I write. I am the only one in my family that moved out-of-town – I took it even further, I moved to a different continent.

There is freedom in no one expecting any more (with a few sad exceptions), that I follow the norm. Norm is not what you get with me. Honesty, love, passion, empathy, a willingness to allow you to share your story with me, to release your burden – yes, I can give you that. Norm is not one of them. I am having too much fun outside of the box.